Do you ever have a bit of a moment, a flashback, an awesome memory that is so out of context to what you're doing right now but it managed to sneak in there anyway?
Going for a bit of a stroll and you remember that time when you got a fine for jay-walking in Kuala Lumpur and managed to bargain the fine down to whatever you had in your wallet because you left for Beijing the next day?
Or you're chopping up onions for dinner and you remember that time when an Italian mother at the hostel in Copenhagan asked how you made your spag bol, and was very impressed when you let her taste a bit?
Or you're walking to the bus in the rain and you remember that time when you thought it'd be a good idea to climb Mount Warning even though it'd been raining for three days and you had the Big Day Out to rock at the next day?
Or you're contemplating the fruit at Nester's and remember that time when your Pop would use a ridiculously large knife to slice right through a watermelon from Farmer Charlie's and you'd eat in on the grass in his backyard, all sunburned and windswept from a morning at the beach.
Yeah, memories like that.
I'm going to start to write mine down, because, just quietly, I've got some pearlers. And the number of times I hit my head - whether it be through extreme sports or clumsiness (but mostly extreme sports...) - these memories need a more permanent home.
I'll often have photos to back up my memory, and you will often find yourselves sneaking in there with cameo roles, and hopefully you'll think 'yeah, I remember that time'. And hopefully you won't think 'yeah, I remember that time. Now would you shut up about it, I'm trying to sleep'.
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